Without Victor, there would be no Cleviner family.

These free-spirited subhumans, who knows where they'll be sold to in some dark corner.

Human traffickers are extremely hateful.

Aurelion had heard her teacher Victor mention it before.

The Empire forbids demi-humans from entering the country for two reasons. One is to ensure that humans must have an absolute majority and a superior status within the Empire's territory.

On the other hand, in a sense, it is to protect these demi-humans from being exploited by unscrupulous individuals for blatant money-making schemes.

However, many people only see the beginning.

Within the Empire, humanity reigns supreme.

This instilled in many nobles of the empire a sense of superiority when facing other races.

Other intelligent races, on the other hand, would not willingly put themselves in danger.

But the demi-humans are different.

They are like wild beasts, devoid of reason.

They can easily fall into human hands and be used as tools and enslaved like animals.

If demi-humans are allowed into the territory, the nobles will become even more blatant.

Unsurprisingly, in every corner of the empire, one could see those inferior demi-human slaves.

Even in the garbage dump, you can see demi-humans who are about to starve to death and are discarded everywhere because they are worthless.

Even now that the empire has banned the sale of demi-humans, there will still be people who embark on this path of no return for the sake of high profits.

Where there is demand, there will inevitably be a market.

Where there is a market, there will inevitably be profits.

As long as the noble lords need these cheap laborers and can offer sufficiently generous compensation, these demi-human traffickers will dare to take the risk.

While demi-humans are indeed cheap, it depends on what you're comparing them to.

Aurelion remembered what Professor Victor had said:

"For demi-human traffickers."

“Capturing ordinary demi-humans is as simple and easy as making bread.”

"But the price is higher than selling bread."

Therefore, Aurelion had been keeping this matter in mind.

With that thought in mind, Aurelian's gaze fell on Vanilla once again.

She was somewhat curious about the vanilla flavor that Teacher Victor had mentioned.

So she opened her mouth:

"May I smell it..."

Bang!

Bang!

The words I just said were abruptly cut off in mid-air.

The entire train began to shake violently, as if the sky were falling and the earth were splitting apart.

The exquisite ceramic teacup on the table shattered into countless pieces upon impact, crashing to the floor.

The white milk splashed straight up, forming a terrifying streamlined pattern.

Aurelion froze on the sofa, utterly bewildered.

Just as she was about to get up to see what had happened, Xiang Zilan suddenly pressed down on her shoulder.

Aurelion tried to break free, but found that Vanilla was much stronger than she had imagined, and her resistance was completely ineffective.

She often trains in swordsmanship, and her strength is obviously greater than that of ordinary girls.

But she still couldn't compare to the little kitten in front of her.

Is this the strength of the demi-human race?

Immediately afterwards, Aurelione noticed that Vanilla's eyes were surrounded by a green magical halo.

Then, one of Vanilla's eyes began to tinge with a faint green.

This was the surgery Victor had performed on her, incorporating the magic of the [Hidden Demon Corpse's Eyeball] into it, and granting her the corresponding abilities of the [Hidden Demon Corpse].

"Please do not move, Your Highness."

"If there is any danger, I will notify you immediately."

As the words fell, the green halo gradually grew stronger, and it looked around.

The moment the green completely covered her entire eyeball, Vanilla felt that the world around her had completely fallen into an incredibly thick blackness.

Through the hazy outline of the carriage, one could see scattered colorful spots outside.

Her gaze followed the spot deeper until she observed a cluster of even darker objects.

Vanilla's initial kindness and cuteness gradually faded from her face, replaced by sharp teeth and a deep growl.

The muscles in his face tensed up involuntarily, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Your Highness, please sit here."

"We will handle the rest."

...

The ministers inside the carriage began to tremble uncontrollably; fear quickly spread across everyone's face.

Some were so scared that they buried their heads in their clothes.

Why are you so scared?

Because the train had just experienced a severe jolt.

The ministers were not only worried about the turbulence, but also about whether the train could continue its journey.

Because they are currently in the airspace above the South Gapurna Valley.

Once they crossed this deep canyon, they would be completely free from the empire.

And now, the train is traveling on the magical tracks on both sides of the valley.

Below was a bottomless, terrifying rift, from which terrifying howls constantly emanated from above.

No one knows exactly how deep the canyon is, but everyone knows that if the train falls into it, their only fate will be to be reduced to dust.

The demi-human guards quickly sprang into action, moving back and forth between the various train carriages.

The crisp clanging of bone against cold iron on their armor echoed through the hall, a chilling warning to the diplomats:

"Sit in your seats and don't move around."

"Otherwise, you will bear the consequences."

What kind of mess is this?

Seeing this group of demi-humans take action, the ministers became even more frightened.

Something unexpected must have happened for these demi-human guards to take action.

"Where's Viktor? Where is Viktor?!"

"We want to see Viktor, why is this happening!?"

Suddenly, as if a gust of wind from the far north had pierced through the ice, it swept over the backs of these ministers, and a tingling, bone-chilling cold instantly enveloped them.

The clamor of protests abruptly ceased, as if completely frozen in ice.

Gwen, accompanied by a chilling gust of wind, slowly walked in from the other carriages.

Her face was as cold as ice, and her voice, devoid of emotion, was as chilling and indifferent as a deep abyss.

"Now, everyone."

"Quiet."